Vision Ghost Poems

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111.
I Said Don’t Tell Me

Don’t tell me of a world of masterful politicians
Don’t tell me of a world of embattled coalitions
Don’t tell me of a world of the spin doctors slurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
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112.
Finalities Exhalation

For the surrender of mortality beckon this voice
In such years of fear and darkness as angels rejoice
For the calling of me from the shell of thus existence
Brought me to the invisible yielding of exuberance
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113.
The Graveyard Of Memories

I can’t or simply don’t wish to recall this to be dream or truth
That of the language in picturesque translations so uncouth
Familiar faces buried in the grave yard of distant memories
In draconian realism as mists of times in shallow contingencies
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114.
Tears Of The Celestial Bleeding

This cataclysm for the swelling of heavens gates
A pinnacle of the south bound so of angel’s fates
Ruptured in the merciless for the out pouring of rain
Thrashing downward upon mortals’ soulless vein
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115.
Prayer For The Hatred

Fuel to an aggression in bloods symphony of chaos
Yield to no one to slugger the Louisville to the face of loss
Or the bleeding fractures to choke the smile of vengeance
When all is forgotten in emotions highlights of consequence
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116.
Fields Of Fire

I take no glory from seeing the hurt of your own desolation
Walking in the shattered remains of something of absolution
Something beautiful that never forgave itself for the trespass
Of another’s hands for the evil unspoken done unto this angelus
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117.
The Change

Don’t bleat to me in the literal terms of politicians
When I foresee the freed will of violent aspirations
I too can vent the fury to slam my fist down in defiance
That as a person in amongst the peoples’ presence
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118.
Tsunami Comes

So many trembling veins
In such worthless gains
A passion so ungoverned
Grown for a future spurned
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119.
Through Me

This world of shape, equations, numbers, complication
A colourful array from a heart bruised in fragmentation
Loosing count of the minutes lost in deaths augmentation
If not only to survive to breathe in daily confrontation
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120.
Acsending Angels

Anointed for the crusade of umbilical reasoning
For the milk of mothering yields within nurturing
Open eyed upon premiere days of virginal dawning
Absorbance of energetic and unselfish lightning
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